Nightshift 32: Doctor's Office 8 [Dr. Disraeli]
[From Here]
After physically forcing the door open, Cloud stumbled into the room where he had met with the dear doctor. There was something eerily familiar about this room, as if he had been here during another nightshift, but he could not remember any exact time. It was fuzzy, but he supposed he could now blame that on blood loss.
He winced as he dropped his sword to the floor before sinking down himself. He hoped that things were cleaned up before the doctors came to their offices because he was certain that he was going to bleed all over the nice carpets in here. Still, this was a quiet place, and it felt safer than sitting out in the hallway. He needed to clean himself up after that nice one-sided fight.
Reaching up, he jerked the shuriken out of his left shoulder, exhaling heavily through the pain. He dropped the metal object down to the floor next to him before adding pressure to the wound that now bled worse than ever. He had never been especially known for his excellent doctor skills. He ripped the other shuriken out of his side soon after before his fingers reached back to feel where he had been stabbed. It was deep, but if it had been vital, he probably would be considerably weaker by now.
"Damn it..." he muttered to himself. He started to remove his shirt, the only thing he had to make bandages with. Perhaps he could find a medical facility somewhere with proper bandages soon...
After physically forcing the door open, Cloud stumbled into the room where he had met with the dear doctor. There was something eerily familiar about this room, as if he had been here during another nightshift, but he could not remember any exact time. It was fuzzy, but he supposed he could now blame that on blood loss.
He winced as he dropped his sword to the floor before sinking down himself. He hoped that things were cleaned up before the doctors came to their offices because he was certain that he was going to bleed all over the nice carpets in here. Still, this was a quiet place, and it felt safer than sitting out in the hallway. He needed to clean himself up after that nice one-sided fight.
Reaching up, he jerked the shuriken out of his left shoulder, exhaling heavily through the pain. He dropped the metal object down to the floor next to him before adding pressure to the wound that now bled worse than ever. He had never been especially known for his excellent doctor skills. He ripped the other shuriken out of his side soon after before his fingers reached back to feel where he had been stabbed. It was deep, but if it had been vital, he probably would be considerably weaker by now.
"Damn it..." he muttered to himself. He started to remove his shirt, the only thing he had to make bandages with. Perhaps he could find a medical facility somewhere with proper bandages soon...